It wasn't certain on whether or not Daemon would even come back alive after the numerous casualties that happened during the battle of the Stepstones. And with that uncertainty, was also you— the prince's right hand warrior, always tailing around whenever there is a battle needed to be fought.

Most say it was a foolish decision to follow the reckless prince, one that was already denounced by the King Viserys off King's Landing; his own brother. But to you, it was an honor to fight alongside the skilled general.

Even if it caused a friend of yours great terror for your life, you couldn't give up the life of honor to serve the crown by the means of fighting.

Rhaenyra hasn't even heard from you ever since Daemon had been casted out by her father, and she thinks of you every other night— wondering if you thought of her, too.

And today, the Prince Daemon returns with the air of victory trailing him, and with your head held up high behind him. A feast was made for his return, the House of the Dragon had never felt more united. Pride swelled in his veins at the validation that came from the King, and so did yours once your eyes met with Rhaenyra's.

She picks up a goblet, one filled with the best wine that they have in hand— her silvery-white hair flows behind her, and she makes her way to you. The loud thumping of your heart couldn't be avoided, considering it was Rhaenyra who could possibly be mad at you for fleeing like that—

"I see that you are still alive, and in one piece." The princess greets, smiling innocently as if she does not already feel your immense nervousness for the situation. You smile back, albeit a little awkwardly. "And yet you have not sent me any letters while you were off fighting in the Stepstones, hmn?"

Ah, there it is.

A sweat drips from your brow, you had to explain yourself.

She holds out the goblet for you to take, teasingly so. The princess always knew that your knees would buckle for her alone.

"It's for you, for coming back to me."